Peter Cottontale - Welcome To INNANET lyrics

[Produced by Cam, Peter Cottontale and Vic Mensa] [Intro] Good morning Vietnam I'd like to welcome everybody to the INNANET Tune in, log on [Verse 1] I think I fell off the bed as a kid and I hit my head Maybe was 'bout 10 first time that I tied Makayla up and they walked in Welcome to INNANET, where to begin? Might as well start at the tip top, give me a moment I'm runnin' from time Seems like I'm tied to the clock as it tick-tocks Tippin' the metropolitan axis in which I exist it's a trip to imagine The magic that which I inflict when I flip on the beat I'm an artist, no need for a canvas Campin' the van at the local campus What do you mean he not there yet? Hair-brained adolescent a** on the airwaves Pullin' to your city with my n***as in the caravan, ridin' Like do or die, ain't this some sh** Volume on 10 turn my sh** up, they fist go pump like pistol grip That Vic he stay up in some sh** Sometimes it's hard to let go of it I be so high I be in orbit She already courted me kinda cordially cornered me So I stick her on the bumper like "coexist" That's another one, give the drummer some In this case I guess that's me Who made the track? You can just ask me I be on some next sh** Wonder why n***as still don't really respect it When I spit that unexpected Thoughts from the mind of the greater collective Subconsciously copy me, n***as just can't help it So many good ideas, why be selfish? It seems like you can sing the blues all you want But they don't really love you 'til you Elvis Til the labels shelfin' your album, Lord help 'em The hellbent one way train to fame with fake friends depends on the outcome Pick it up quick, my sh** too hot What gets you hype what turns you on? Obviously optimism isn't really my business, I'll beg your pardon Me and my n***as in the party and we get it started I'll start the engine and the pendulum swings I'm racin' time and tryin' to find a peace of mind The line I walk is thin to the departed Or hardly go and they don't know I think I wanna stop It's somebody make a n***a wanna keep goin' I'm goin' out of my head, I think I wanna die I don't love myself, I bet the feds love me more Had 'em and the minutes keep comin' with the reward Let 'em get a village of the crack sinners and the black families that they destroyed Strong arm the government, give automatic weapons to the public Seems my weed bag gettin' thin, my pocket hold no scratch I ponder if apocalypse comin' to hold me back [Bridge] But baby if you love me let me take you where it's ugly To the place where no one comes, now we're standin', no man above me My Lord, no no no no I done seen demons [Outro] Tap into my frequency Tap into my frequency Tap into my frequency Tap into my frequency Tap into my frequency Tap into my frequency Tap into my frequency Tap into my frequency